When I think about how I got into all of this, I can't pinpoint a specific experience or "AHA!" moment in my life that defined my path. It seemed like everyone remembered the exact moment they knew they were destined to be an artist, and it drove me NUTS that my life didn't include that. Did that mean creativity part of my DNA? Or was it a by-product of a choice I made at some point? Or both? What I do know, is that I grew up in a home with parents who expressed their creativity and encouraged me to explore. Money was never abundant, so I learned to find joy and beauty in little things. When emotions were running high, I learned to find places of refuge within my imagination. Somewhere along the way, I decided that these experiences (painful at times) weren't... palatable... so I needed to run away from them and package myself in some way that I thoughwould be easily digestible for the public, friends, casting, strangers. I was trying to manufacture myself and my creativity, which is impossible.

When my grandfather passed away and my whole family came together, it felt like a broken circuit in my brain had finally re-connected. I had never thought about it, but we were remembering a human (whom I loved)- that always had a joke, an energy about him, a funny voice, a secret candy bar- and all of that was inherently part of me. I realized I needed to chill the fuck out and be at peace with myself. I started learning that my creativity is my imagination, my energy, my past and present. Nature andnurture, I guess.

So here is a website built to showcase who/what I am. I HOPE IT'S PALATABLE FOR YOU. Just kidding! You don't have a choice.